Gemotions

The school website seemed to mock her. The picture of Mr. Davis, smiling pleasantly, felt like a deliberate act of provocation. Jennifer’s heart hammered against her ribs. She remembered the way Mr. Davis would undermine her, constantly pointing out her mistakes in front of the whole class. Her face burned with the memory. She ran her hand through her hair, a nervous gesture. Her daughter, Emily, would now be under his care. It felt like a repeat of a nightmare. She took a deep breath, fighting to control the rising tide of anger. This was not okay.